Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-02-03

Lovely Miss Lucinda Tyler went to
Farmer Hayseed's for the summer. Inc
object of her visit was to secure rest ana
quiet. She decided to abstain from all
social excitement, and at first she sue
ceeded. After awhile. however, her reso-
lutons gradually gave way, and she
found herself indulgIng in pleasant little
Irritation with Farmer Hayseed's son,
John.
John was good looking and accommo-
datirg, and he did not object in the least
to the effects of the city girls Vaccinations:
Ip fact, he rather seemed to like 1t. and
when he got hold OF her hand one even
ing-gradually. of course-and gave it a
good squeeze, the affair developed into
something serious.
OF course. Miss Tyler's affections were
not permanently disabled, but she sympa-
thized with the steady devotion of her adj
mirer and encouraged him because she,
like all women, fancied that sort of thing.
Even Eve left poor old Adam for an hour
or two to flIrt with that very inslnuating
gentleman known as Beelzebub.
Johns courship was placid and unre-
hitting Everything he could do tor Miss
TYLER was done 1t was. therefore, with
regret that he saw the end of August APP
preaching, for then she was to leave. He
took her out riding. They entered long,
we'll shaded, romantic looking road, and
almost before Miss Tylor knew anything
John exclaimed with more or less emo
ton:
Il love you"
This is very sudden" she replied.
II hope you amt mad about it,"
"No-f don't know'-and as she fall
tered his arm encircled her waist.
There was a silence for minute or two,
and then pity got the better of the dear
girls feelings, and she said softly:
John, should think that YOU would
get tired OF the monotony OF your life
here"
Yes it is kind O tiresome sometimes"
"Tell me what you do?"
You won get mad about 1t P"
"Certainly not"
well, you know. we run this farm in
summer SOS to make enough to keep the
family the rest of the year. Nam sees to
the cooking; pap tends to the work out
doors, and they make me do all the love-
making busiuess?"
Tine love making business p
Yes that's what it amounts to. Flirt
with the boarders, you know, and make
'em believe that they've made a mash.
First it was tough work-kind of bashful,
YOU know-and the first summer only
popped to two glrls. The second summer
got up to six. Last season | reached a
dozen, and this year-but, say, you amt
mad about it, are you P'
mo, dear john" and her head nestled
fondly on his shoulder. What pretty
nat YOU have. Let me hold 1t Tor you !;
and, dear John, how fine and soft your
hair is" And she ran her fingers gently
through his chestnut locks. Presently
she put both hands up there, and, after
getting good tight hold. she pulled with
all the gathered strength OF a SIX weeks
vacation. John tried to yell, but he
coudn't-hs breath forsook him. He
tried to speak, but it was no 90. The big
tears that rolled down his cheek were the
only manifestations of his misery, but
they were enough to touch heart OF stone.
In about minute-to John it seemed a
century-the lovely Miss Taylor released
her hold, and gathered several dozen
strands OF chestnut hair into knot.
mo, dear John" she said in her sweet.
est way, II amt mad | only want tutt
OF your lovely hair for summer souvenir.
And now. dear John, suppose we re-
turn"
Dear John obeyed without murmur.
They reached home. and that night at
family council John ISSUED his ultimatum
dad" said he, IF there's any more
courtin' business to be done round here
you We got to do it. I've quit tor good
The Judge.